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 Feb 2016
Butch Decatoria
Bold soul in death / glows,
in fears of the dark / nothing,
just the long walk home.
 Feb 2016
Ayana Harscoet
I find you between the lines,
when the sky is mercury
and the world slows to a halt.

in these moments
       (listen--the ocean is silent)
we whisper, crashing

in and out of starry tenderness,
hurricane youth. and
I find you between the lines

where our bodies fade into one another,
where hand meets hand meets
earth: there is something about

windy mornings, tacit eternities
and the way your fingers
             find escape in my hair.
love is the greatest muse
 Feb 2016
grace
15
I'm 15.
I'm 15 and I'm an alcoholic.
I'm 15 and I've been smoking cigarettes for
a year.
I'm 15 and I've been with more boys then I can count on one hand.
I'm 15 and my preexisting anxiety and depression are becoming too much for me.
I'm 15 and I don't know if I can do this anymore.
I'm 15 and I don't want to be 15.
I'm 15 and I want to be 6.
I want to be 6 when I swore I'd never touch a cigarette in my life.
I want to be 6 when I didn't even know what anxiety was.
I want to be 6 but I'm not.
I'm 15.
I'm 15 and I want to be 28.
I want to be 28 with a man who appreciates my flaws and loves me no matter what.
I want to be 28 drinking a glass of wine or two at dinner, but no more.
I want to be 28 but I'm not.
I'm 15.
I'm 15 and I'm scared.
I'm 15 and I'm scared because I'll never be 6 again, and I'm scared that I might not make it 28.
I'm 15 and I don't want to be 15.
I'm 15 and I want to be.
 Feb 2016
Haley Smith
Endlessly going through the days
invisible for none to see
 Feb 2016
brandon nagley
i.

Creation's not of mistake, nor of
Natural selection, we art not of
Darwinian theory, nor of
temporal direction.

ii.

We slumbereth neath the
gipseian bleujaday, captured
By the great painter's hand;
King and queen of the mid-
Night crave, wax of glim's
On crystal stands.

iii.

Eurasian ether, creational
Blend, the mountain's do
Shaketh, when heavesia
Commends.


©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
©Lonesome poets poetry
Natural selection- is The theory of its action was first fully expounded by Charles Darwin and is now believed to be the main process that brings about evolution.
Darwinian theory -Darwinism is a theory of biological evolution developed by the English naturalist Charles Darwin and others, stating that all species of organisms arise and develop through the natural selection of small, inherited variations that increase the individual's ability to compete, survive, and reproduce.. ( a man who had none god) not me!
Temporal- has to do with the world. Wordly things..
Gipseian- relating to gypsies.
Bleujaday- is a word I made up on mine own, it means in the blue of the day, or blue day. I meant blue day.
Glims- are ancient candles or lanterns.. Archaic word.
Eurasian- mix of european and Asian parentage.
Ether- the clear sky; the upper regions of air beyond the clouds.
heavesia is another word I made up- it means.. Heaven and Asia coming together... (::::::
Commends or commend- praise formally or officially. ( praises)
 Feb 2016
Scarlett Tropical
I'm just a work of art,
Tough as steel,
But elegant within hands.
I enjoy the paintings,
With sharp lines,
I create many.
I love strokes I make with my brush,
It's only a carving done on human flesh,
A beautiful curtain call to one's life.
And I'll be polished to new,
Tough as steel,
But elegant within hands.
I'll enjoy another painting,
Cut out a rose,
To draw on their hearts,
And devour on lives to create art.
The world will fear me
It's personification, enjoy ^.^
 Jan 2016
Ken
You told me
it had no legs
it was time
to let it go
It was such a love
as I had never known 
complete 
bright and whole
as the full moon
You crippled it
at birth 
kept it hidden 
allowing only enough 
to keep it breathing 
while hiding it 
in shame
Abandoning it
then returning 
again, and again 
while I cradled 
its tiny heart
waiting 
I refused
to let it stop beating
though it had died 
so long ago 
I refused to see
it had been crushed
dead
under the weight 
of fear
in its infancy 
Resurrected 
by tender words
in a resolve
to nurture and grow 
full of hope
Then forgotten
as an addict’s promise
broken by words
left as a burden 
to the freedom 
that had always
been there for you 
It was crippled 
but I was blind
raw and unedited, first (and last) draft
 Jan 2016
Ken
Five hundred moons the bud
on slender, lithe, soft-skinned stalk
belies its strength in quiet latency
bundled in its own promise

Nurtured in ancestral love's soil
bending, bowing, under weight of rain
shedding seasons in quiet deferrence
unaware, its own verdure burgeons

Soft new petals on florets of truth
weep in its turbulent spring
gentle drops of elven victuals
mustering, nourishing itself

Twin blossoms of vibrant azure ice
blazing brilliance, fulfillment
I am a humble bee in grateful witness
Yes, your eyes
 Jan 2016
Ken
You read my eyes
And when you see
the endless pages
I feel no cause
to close, but lay open
for your chapters

Ages my bound spine
wished to be splayed
wide for your bookmarks
your margin notes

Write in me, soft
pencilled reference
Mark me, as your map
Under the stroke of your hand
I am fearless

Breathe deeply in me
with no counting
and let your clocks
drop and break, in bliss
In knowing who we are not
we are timeless

Show me your darkness
and let me hold it
that you may laugh
at your fear
through Shiva's eyes
Play with me

I long to see
your child-mind
that knows so well
how fairies dance
in sun or rain
Moons ago, and now
my heart still comes
when you look at me

My hopeless allegories
hide no secret beyond
this honest open love
but one
I want to leave my flowers
on your doorstep every day

Copyright 2015 Ken Rush
 Jan 2016
Irene
sonder.
the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.

this is one of my favorite words, because it really opens your eyes in the realization that every single person you walk by really does have their own world they're living in.
each person carrying intimate moments, memories, songs, hurts, struggles, secrets, pains, and beliefs about themselves and the world they live in.
but what if we chose to extend a loving hand to people. in treating them with kindness, respect, dignity, and forgiveness. what a beautiful world we would live in.
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